It will be Summer—eventually

Will tint the pallid landscape —

As 'twere a bright Bouquet —

Thro' drifted deep, in Parian —

The Village lies — today —

The Lilacs — bending many a year —

Will sway with purple load —

The Bees — will not despise the tune —

Their Forefathers — have hummed —

The Wild Rose — redden in the Bog —

The Aster — on the Hill

Her everlasting fashion — set —

And Covenant Gentians — frill —

Till Summer folds her miracle —

As Women — do — their Gown —

Of Priests — adjust the Symbols —

When Sacrament — is done —